Easter is this super fascinating, celebratory, and spiritual holiday. But, let’s be honest, at the same time Easter is incredibly awkward. Now I don’t mean awkward in that seventh grade, brace-face, first middle school dance sort of way. But awkward in the you’re invited to your mother-in-law's Easter brunch and have to make appetizers but have no idea what to make kind of way. Do you go with the fan favorite, finger food, pigs-in-a-blanket? Or do you stick to the sophisticated route and go with marinated goat cheese crostini’s? These fuzzy food expectations are then combined with Easter’s grossly vague and ambiguous dress code (which can range from your typical day at the beach attire to your Sunday’s best) and leaves holiday goers in a precarious predicament. Now I get that these questions don’t elicit life changing consequences, per say, but they can infuse Easter with a twinge of stress, uncertainty, and apprehension.
After working up an appetite and diffusing the competitive tension, all family members are then summoned into the dining room for a calorically indulgent, deliciously decadent, and simply scrumptious meal. This year my aunt, as usual, out did herself with a three course menu.